Chapter 32
With the joint efforts of adults and children, everyone was able to enjoy the hot set meal on time.
While taking care of Xiao Qi's meal, Zhou Xu joked, "I feel like we're here to work for the show today."
Wen Cishu nodded slightly, agreeing deeply.
Chu Han asked, "Teacher Zhou, are you itching to cook because you haven't done anything?"
"That's~" Zhou Xu joked, "I specially made a new dish at home to surprise you, but the ingredients were limited yesterday and there was no room for creativity."
Bo Yiming looked up and said, "Uncle Zhou, you are amazing. You are practicing singing and preparing new dishes."
"Ahem!" Zhou Xu coughed twice, "Eat your meal well."
[Mingzi: Have you forgotten that you are an idol? It’s okay, I’ll help you remember it! 】
[Even when Zhou Xu fell asleep in the middle of the night, he would wake up and curse: No, Mingzai, you brat! 】
Wen Cishu felt the slight coolness on the back of his neck.
The cream he had just applied seemed to be slowly penetrating the surface of the skin and had a certain effect in relieving the itching.
His thoughts suddenly drifted away
——I wonder if Bo Tingyuan had a good sleep last night.
"Little daddy?"
Bo Yiming asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu came back to his senses, "No."
He then realized that everyone was looking at him. He smiled awkwardly and moved the hand holding the chopsticks.
"Sorry, I was distracted. What did you say?"
Chu Han pushed the warm water and said, "We were talking about hot pot. Yiming said he had never eaten hot pot at home."
Wen Cishu took a sip from the water cup and looked at his son: "Yes. We don't eat hot pot very often."
Bo Yiming asked eagerly: "Little Dad, can we eat hot pot at home?"
Wen Cishu naturally would not object and nodded in agreement.
Rongrong put her hands on the edge of the table, rested her chin on the back of her hands, and said in a childish voice: "Brother Yiming, if you want to eat hot pot, you should go to the restaurant. It's fun."
"Really?" Bo Yiming looked at his cute sister who took the initiative to speak and was very excited.
Zhu Wei smiled and said, "Why don't we wait until the show is over and make an appointment to have a nice meal together. Yiming, you haven't seen a shabu-shabu pot before, have you?"
"What pot?"
When Bo Yiming heard this word, his amber eyes sparkled as he looked at his aunt, "Is it delicious?"
Xingxing was stunned and quickly explained what a shabu-shabu pot was.
Bo Yiming praised repeatedly: "Xingxing, you actually know this? You are amazing. Rongrong is also amazing, she has eaten hot pot at such a young age!"
His tone was so serious that Xingxing and Rongrong looked at each other inexplicably.
Four eyes, four huge question marks.
Several adults were smiling.
Wen Cishu also held a cup of warm water and couldn't help laughing.
[Haha, does it mean you are great just because you have eaten hotpot? ! Aren’t people like us from Sichuan and Chongqing incredibly powerful? 】
[Why has this kid never eaten hotpot? Isn’t he a mixed-race who grew up in the country? Incomprehensible. 】
[Different eating habits, judging from the situation of Mingzai and his son, their family probably eats very carefully]
[Poor Mingming baby, come to my sister's house, there is a double-flavored hot pot~ (Don't come empty-handed, remember to bring your little dad~]
[Ming·Little Daddy’s Only Fan·Zi: Full of tricks, but I can see through them at a glance! 】
After dinner, just like in the previous episode, everyone finished the work in the teahouse.
Before the party officially ended, Wen Cishu wanted to leave some more memories for the children, so he asked Rongrong, "Rongrong, do you have any more photo paper in your camera? Uncle wants to take a few more photos of you."
Whenever her uncle came closer to her, Rongrong couldn't help but want to touch his smooth, thick long hair. She put her hands in her pockets and nodded quickly after hearing what her uncle said: "Yes, I'll get it."
For the first time she moved so quickly that she ran off to get her camera and a whole box of photo paper.
She kept admiring the photos her uncle took yesterday before going to bed at night.
Xiao Qi trotted over, hugged his uncle's long legs, and jumped eagerly: "Xiao Qi wants to appear in the photo too~"
Wen Cishu thought of the little penguin Xiaoqi from yesterday and rubbed his hair: "Okay, uncle, let's find a place to see how to take the photo."
Xiaoqi followed sister Rongrong, grabbed the hem of his uncle's clothes and followed him.
Wen Cishu suddenly had two cute little tails.
"On the stairs."
He picked up Xiaoqi and Rongrong and went up the stairs, waving to the other two cubs to come.
The four children sat on several steps in a row, which made them perfect for the photo.
After Wen Cishu took a photo, the four children put their heads together to admire it.
"We have to shoot today too." Chu Han went to pull Zhu Wei, "Teacher Zhou, come here quickly."
Zhu Wei went to find the PD of the program crew to help take a group photo.
A staff member wearing a baseball cap appeared, waited for everyone to sit down along the wooden steps, and then pressed the shutter to permanently capture everyone's joyful expressions.
[I really like the photos of the little ones together, so warm. Mommy really likes children~】
[I want to see the photos taken by my wife~ The official Weibo account of the program team must post them! 】
[Is it about to end?] It’s too fast! I haven’t seen enough of mommy~】
Before the staff member bent over and left, he gently reminded: "Teachers, remember to announce the next issue."
Zhu Wei held Bo Yiming's shoulders and pushed him to the camera: "Yiming, tell everyone, what are we going to shoot in the third episode?"
Bo Yiming approached the camera, stood up straight as if he was going on stage, and announced in a very formal tone: "We will shoot separately in the next episode~ We will shoot at our home~ Then everyone should come to see us, okay?"
After saying this, he repeated it again in English and French, and finally bowed solemnly.
The adults were amused by the older children whose train of thought was always so interesting.
The eyes of the three kids were full of admiration.
[Mingzai is very suitable to be a host on the international stage. He acts very professionally.]
[Is this true or false?] ? Is it to enter the guest’s family? Mingzai’s home? ? 】
[Can I see mommy’s living environment up close? Aa ...
[I am so worried that the guests will rent a house temporarily, and other programs will not be able to see their true appearance]
[Anything is fine!] I just want to ask, why is it the next issue? ? Keeping people on suspense for a week? I'm going to fight this crappy program crew! 】
Amid the audience's shock and anticipation, the second episode officially came to an end.
When Wen Cishu left with the suitcase, he couldn't help but raise his hand and rub the back of his neck through his clothes. The effect of the ointment seemed to have weakened.
Bo Yiming was hugging and saying goodbye to his younger brothers and sisters and did not notice this scene.
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A business car appeared, Albert opened the door and got out, and helped with Uncle Xu and the bodyguard to carry the luggage.
Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming got in the car.
In addition to the program crew, there were many other people around.
After the business car drove away, everyone couldn't help whispering.
"Is this Mingzai's dad? He doesn't look like the handsome guy in the mask? The netizens are wrong."
A staff member heard it and whispered, "This is Mingzai Dapa's assistant, don't get me wrong."
"Ah? Have you seen Mingzai's dad? What does he look like? Is he the one that was circulated online? Is Mingzai's last name Bo?"
The staff covered their mouths and retreated.
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you running?!"
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Inside a business car.
As soon as Wen Cishu got on the car, he saw the man sitting in the back seat, expressionless.
The moment their eyes met, the noise outside the car and the chattering of the little monkeys seemed to disappear.
Through the lenses, Bo Tingyuan's eyes, as green as a forest, suddenly created a strange and secret space for Wen Cishu.
Even though they were just a few steps apart, Wen Cishu could clearly feel that there was something wrong with his heartbeat as he watched him intently.
As he was holding the car chair in a daze, Bo Yiming behind him uttered a puzzled "Huh?"
Bo Tingyuan reached out in time and pulled him to his side.
The feeling of being wrapped on the back of his hand, which was more distinct than any previous time they held hands, brought Wen Cishu back to his senses.
Like last time, his hand was pulled to rest on Bo Tingyuan's leg.
Wen Cishu saw the two rings were almost touching each other, just a little bit away.
After everyone was seated, Bo Tingyuan said to his son, "Yiming, I have something to tell your little dad. We will change cars when we get to the front."
"Ah?" Bo Yiming turned his head in surprise.
Although Big Daddy had given a reason, he still asked stupidly, "Why?"
Bo Tingyuan handed over the contract that had been placed on the other side of the chair: "This is the transfer agreement of the farm."
"farm?"
Bo Yiming almost jumped up, and quickly took it and saw the words on the first page of the contract.
“It’s really a farm.”
Uncle Xu couldn't help but smile lovingly when he saw the young master's adorable reaction.
While Bo Tingyuan was talking to his son, Wen Cishu's fingers were moving quietly, pretending to be casual, trying to touch the other wedding ring.
As a result, Bo Tingyuan turned to hold his left hand and used his other hand to turn the ring on his ring finger.
His movements were extremely skillful and natural, as if he was spinning his own.
Wen Cishu silently glanced at his profile.
While Bo Tingyuan was turning the ring, he asked Albert to explain the terms and circumstances of the contract to Bo Yiming.
Bo Yiming finally understood and said clearly: "Dad, you mean, let me decide whether to invest? If there is a loss in the future, it will also be mine? The farm belongs to me alone?"
The tail end of his voice rose with joy, and he was extremely excited.
Bo Tingyuan looked at his smart and handsome youngest son and added in a serious tone: "If you think you are not capable of handling it yourself at the moment, then -"
Before he could finish his words, Bo Yiming had already protested: "Of course I do! I'm nine years old."
Albert looked out the window regretfully.
It’s not the young master’s fault. After all, he is only nine years old. How could he understand Mr. Bo’s provocation?
At this time, the car was parked in the quiet underground parking area of the hotel.
Bo Tingyuan said briefly: "Okay. I will exchange cars with your little dad, and you can have a good chat with Uncle Albert."
He stood up, hugged Wen Cishu, quickly stepped out of the business car, and sat in the matte silver-gray Rolls-Royce that had been waiting for a long time.
Bo Yiming was anxious to study the agreement, so naturally he had no objection to it.
And since the two dads had personal matters to attend to, it made sense to change cars.
No matter from which perspective, Bo Yiming quickly accepted this fact.
He turned to Albert and said, "Uncle, come on, I need a lot of help from you."
The two sat together.
Albert helped him buckle his seat belt and began to briefly introduce the farm.
The car drove away first.
Then, the silver-gray Rolls-Royce car slowly followed.
The back seat of the car.
When Wen Cishu heard him say that to the little monkey, he naturally thought that there was something they wanted to talk about.
"We were not at home these two days. What important thing happened?" Can't I let my son know?
Bo Tingyuan looked at him and frowned almost imperceptibly.
I let go of you too quickly after I carried you into the car just now.
He raised his hand and smoothed away the long black hair that hung down like a curtain at the back of Wen Cishu's neck. "Where is the allergy? Did the ointment work?"
"Oh." Wen Cishu turned around as his fingertips touched him, "It's right at the back of my neck."
The skin is as white as jade, with a red color that comes from deep inside.
Because of his movements, his slender back stretched, and his spine could be vaguely seen extending below the collar.
Wen Cishu was about to talk about the ointment when he heard Bo Tingyuan speaking to the driver.
"Master Liu, please slow down."
Master Liu agreed without even turning his head: "Okay."
Then, the partition between the front and rear seats slowly rises until it is completely blocked.
Wen Cishu was just wondering when a pair of arms tightly hugged his waist, and then he was lifted to sit sideways on Bo Tingyuan's legs. He immediately felt the warmth on his chest.
The scent of agarwood that appeared before was very faint, and Wen Cishu inadvertently took a deep sniff.
He looked into Bo Tingyuan's green eyes from a close distance and blinked: "Hmm?"
Bo Tingyuan took out the ointment: "Doctor Lin said that I need to reapply it every two hours."
"No wonder it started itching again."
Wen needs to go get the dictionary.
"I'll do it." Bo Tingyuan handed the ointment to him and said calmly, "Unscrew it."
The two people were so close that these words were almost spoken into Wen Cishu's ear.
The deep and charming voice had such a strong bewitching effect that Wen Cishu naturally raised his hand to open the lid.
Bo Tingyuan held the ointment, reached around his slender neck, and gently pressed the ointment ball onto his delicate and rosy skin.
For a moment, he felt the person in his arms shudder slightly.
He took away the ointment and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Wen Cishu was leaning in his arms, his eyes just falling on the upper edge of his black shirt - the thick Adam's apple that rolled up and down as he spoke.
He shook his head slightly and whispered, "Maybe the ball bearings are too cold."
He didn't use a roller ball just now, he squeezed it out and applied it with his fingers.
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan slowed down.
Wen Cishu realized that he seemed to have been focusing on something strange for too long, so he looked away and looked at the sunset scenery outside the car window.
As the area of applied medicine gradually expanded, he consciously lowered his head to expose more skin.
When the ball rolled back and forth along a certain section of the spine, Wen Cishu belatedly asked, "Is this part more serious?"
Instantly, the feeling of the ball disappeared from his skin.
Bo Tingyuan withdrew his hand: "Okay."
"Oh." Wen Cishu straightened up slightly, childishly spread out his palms in front of him, and said with a smile, "Lid!"
He curved his eyes and looked extremely gentle when he smiled.
Bo Tingyuan held him close to himself, his tall nose almost touching the side of his face, and the tip of his nose gently rubbed his soft earlobe.
Wen Cishu felt a special sense of dependence from the ambiguous actions. Thinking that he might not have slept well last night, he took the ointment from his hand and slowly tightened the cap.
Then, he watched Bo Tingyuan's hands take out the ointment bit by bit and put it into his suit pocket, as if he was putting something important.
Wen Cishu put his arm around his and gently stroked it, then asked softly, "Did you... not get enough rest yesterday?"
Although Bo Tingyuan looked tireless, he was still worried.
Bo Tingyuan's lips next to his ear moved slightly, and the words of explanation reached the tip of his tongue and turned into a very deep and light "hmm".
The word "hmm" seemed to hide fatigue and a bit of honesty that showed one's letting down one's guard, which softened Wen Cishu's heart and he raised his hand to embrace him.
It is not appropriate to catch up on sleep at this time.
When his nose rubbed her earlobe again, Wen Cishu said softly, "Then go to bed early tonight."
As soon as he said this, he immediately thought of what happened the night before and pursed his lower lip awkwardly.
The originally relaxed body became unconsciously stiff, especially every inch of the body that was in contact with Bo Tingyuan.
Along with the hot breath between words, Wen Cishu heard him speak in his usual calm voice.
It sounded like a short sentence, but it made Wen Cishu's fingertips curl up and he subconsciously tightened his suit.
【Tonight, I want to hear your story】
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